Jill pulled harder on the rope that secured the boat to the island dock, squinting up into the sunlight. The beach was clear of trees for a good twenty feet before it gave way to dense foliage, and honestly it didn't look quite so bad. Quite. She carefully stepped out onto the dock that was honestly only half there, and looked back at Charlie. ( Read more... )

She had to see. She didn't know if she'd ever been quite so scared in this way, which was why she had to see. Jill was hovering outside Tim's front door, hesitating before she knocked - more then once, lifting her hand and then lowering it, before she finally shoved her hair from her face with both hands, then knocked. She wouldn't be surprised if ( Read more... )

Jill had been stuck in the whirlwind of shock, elation, and unhappy realisations all day, and hadn't even had time to think, much less actually talk to Peter in any sort of substantive way. She was still surprised - still amazed she was in England, had absolutely wolfed down breakfast, but now- now, she knew when they were, knew what was coming, ( Read more... )

She'd already been ridiculously relieved when she saw Peter and Edmund - largely Peter, she would admit, but still; that the two of them were here meant that, of course, this wasn't permanent ( Read more... )

Of all the absurd things to think, Jill woke up feeling cold. Not cool, for all that it probably wasn't winter outside, but cold. It probably had something to do with what she slept in (or the lack thereof), and if you add into the face that she seemed to be lying on the carpet ( Read more... )

( Ever wake up in an field with no idea how you got there? )

"Please let no one be home." She said it to herself as she let George have free rein. She'd found earlier that day that Lionel - Lionel - was gone. Gone.

Forever.

He'd always been there. Through idiocy, through panic, through the worst time of her life, he'd been there for her in a way that no one else had been. Before she'd met Tim, before any ( Read more... )

( Peter and Jill. Oh, dear. )

Jill had set herself up on the third floor of the treehouse with an office of sorts; it gave her somewhere quiet to work on her thesis, Bob being her only company ( Read more... )

Jill slipped the last letter into Lionel's mailbox - it'd been a task, getting them all done and getting here (she'd realised just after she'd been about to ask for help that she did have a horse, and even though the world'd tinged a bit gray when she'd mounted, the gentle walk was a good one for her, letting her think as she rode ( Read more... )